It's a quiet night at the office.
Just another Tuesday wrapping up. One of the VPs is napping at his desk from a late night of work figuring out how to create new dynamic pricing models based on people's credit history and zip code.
He's proud of his work, it will further push up the company's profits by edging people's payments and debt to their absolute breaking point / limit but not so much there that they end up busting so soon and falling over. That isn't the goal. It's all about balance and control.
The goal is to keep everyone around for as long as possible producing as much as possible so that they can be milked for gallons and gallons of their life essence.
He dreams peacefully with a smile on his face thinking of his future promotion to an executive position for the incredible work he's lead his team to accomplish and imagining the praise he will receive from his colleagues and shareholders.
Suddenly, a loud blood-curdling scream is heard that startles the man, and he is jolted awake.
"What was that?", he thinks to himself.
Out of curiosity, he decides to get up and look around to see what happened.
He tries the light switches but nothing works. The power is cut out. He thinks to himself, "Hmm, that's strange. I wonder what is going on? Let me check out what's happening."
In the darkness, he notices one door is ajar and as he steps closer, he is able to make out the outline of something lying on the floor... A hand?
His look of caution morphs into one of terror as he also lets out a loud scream of horror at what he has found. A severed hand in a pool of blood? But whose? And who was it that did this? Why?
He hears a rustling noise in the background and turns, but sees nothing there.
"What the hell was that? And what's going on?!?", he thinks to himself in panic, sweating profusely.
Then he begins to scream out for anyone in the office, "HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!"
@KrazyKat the Republican Voter was found bled out, just an ordinary, innocent salaryman.
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Somewhere else in the outskirts of the city, it's the middle of the night. A man rolls his car through an empty street and slows down to a crawl, then eventually parks his car, a yellow 1990s Firebird, at a sidewalk and turns off his engine with a cigarette still in his mouth.
His face is veiled in darkness, the only thing you can make out is the dull orange ember of the cigarette glowing as a trail of white smoke leaves the tip. The smoke stops, and the orange ember glows brightly as you hear him inhale to take a drag.
He blows out the smoke from his mouth, then swings open the door to step outside and flicks his cigarette into the middle of the road and it lets off some sparks when it makes contact with the asphalt.
He looks around to see if there is anyone around, but it's dead quiet. The only thing he spots is a rat scurrying under the street light towards a pile of trash on the side.
Without a word, he begins walking down the sidewalk passing several buildings and alleyways until he reaches one particular alleyway and turns into it.
He walks for about a minute before he realizes he hears another set of footsteps following behind him.
He stops walking and turns around then tries to make out who it is in the darkness. He sees the figure but can't see who it is.
"Hello? Whose there?", he says cautiously.
He thinks to himself, "That's strange. There shouldn't be anyone here right now. Maybe it's another member whose also lat-"
But before he can finish his thought, the figure is right next to him and he feels a scratch at his neck that causes him to instinctively reach up. When he tries to speak, he is unable to make a sound. He feels a flood of warm liquid pouring down his hand and he pulls his hand up to realize in horror that it is blood, his blood.
Suddenly, his vision becomes blurry, he tries to stop the bleeding and find some help, but his body collapses as he stares down the alleyway and sees the figure leaving.
The man collapses on the floor, motionless.
@Matticus the Republican Voter has been found dead in the alleyway.
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Up on a rooftop, a shadowy figure stands on the ledge with a look of calmness on his face.
His expression suddenly changes to one of discomfort and pain. Nobody knows what is going on in his head, if anything. The only words to describe what appears to be ailing the man are some rules-based injunction to feel shame, guilt, and remorse and have to act on them. He's not sad because he's made a mistake... He's sad because he must answer for it as is specified in the rules he's agreed to follow...
Without uttering a word, he leaps off the ledge and falls to his demise.
@LuckyArtist the Ethical Vigilante was found dead on the sidewalk.
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Day begins.
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